WRITERS BLOCK (letters)

TODAY, IS CAPS DAY.

THIS IS BECAUSE I HAVE WRITERS BLOCK AND I DO NOT WISH TO DELVE INTO THE INDIGNITIES OF PRESSING THE SHIFT KEY. I INSIST ON WRITING EVERYTHING IN CAPS, SO AS TO BURST FREE OF THE CONSTRAINING ERM CONFINES OF SMALL AND BIG LETTERS.

I HAVE WRITERS BLOCK.

I AM STARING AT MY COMPUTER SCREEN (SOMEWHERE SOMEONE IS HAVING A BLAST WRITING AWAY AND ABOUT THE MOST MUNDANE OF THINGS I AM SURE OF IT, DAMN THEM I CANT WRITE) AND I AM ACTUALLY SUPPOSED TO BE WRITING ABOUT MOVIE CARNIVAL AND ABOUT A UNIVERSITY THAT JUST OPENED AND WANT TO HAVE FREE PUBLICITY WITH US BECAUSE THEY CAN CALL THE SHOTS.

I AM ALSO SUPPOSED TO BE WRITING ABOUT KIDS WHO'VE FOLLOWED IN THEIR FATHERS' FOOTSTEPS BUT I PERSONALLY DON'T KNOW ANYONE WHOSE FATHERS ARE WRITERS OR JOURNALISTS OR ARE ANY WAY INSPIRATIONS FOR MY FRIENDS DOING ANYTHING THEY DO. EXCEPT ON EATING. BECAUSE I AM SURE (I CHECKED) THAT EATING IS NOT A PROFESSION ANYWAY. NOT YET. IT SOON WILL BE. AND IT WILL BE UNIQUE TO MALAYSIANS ONLY.

I DIGRESS.

I CANT SEEM TO WRITE ANYTHING THAT MAKES AN OUNCE OF SENSE AND YET I AM SUPPOSED TO SELL THIS UNIVERSITY WITHOUT ACTUALLY IT READING LIKE AN ADVERTISEMENT.

THIS SUCKS.

AND, TO TOP IT OFF, I AM ACTUALLY HAVING A GREAT TIME AT WORK. ITS JUST THAT I AM SO SO SO STUCK.

I THINK OL' SCROOGE HAD A POINT: BAH, HUMBUG.